Are we not made of pure joy?

November 16, 2004

So someone comes into the librar…

So someone comes into the library today, and I recognize her as someone who used to hang out with Deanna and Rebecca a lot. Sure enough, she comes up to me and says “Hey, did you know Rebecca…something?”

Playing along, I said I knew a few Rebeccas, yes. “Do you mean Rebecca Traylor?”

“Yes, that’s the one!”

And yet, that’s all she wrote. Why she asked me if I knew Rebecca, if that was all she was going to ask me, I don’t know. Maybe it was just a kinder way of asking if I was that guy that she used to see all the time but never knew or talked to. Strange people.